If you lie to a grieving widow and constantly pressure her to sell you her house, I hope you get the life you deserve.

Okay, pardon us, but F this. America, you’ve got to stand up.

My dad died 3 weeks ago and I’m both happy and sad he isn’t here today. Because it’s a reminder for me of who he was and how he grew in his life. A lifelong Notre Dame fan, I wish he could see them one more time. But as a man who finally broke away from his WS family, I’m happy he missed noon.

Always happy to see OSU go down. Especially after last week. Even if it meant cheering for… Michigan.

I didn’t think it would need to be said twice, but if you’re home the day the day before Thanksgiving and your partner who cooks the Thanksgiving meal is at work, check with them before you decide it’s a good idea to rearrange their kitchen. Even if YOU think it’s not a big deal. Second fing time. 🤬

I should add that I started to write up a list of the hell of my past year and a half and I swear no one would believe it could all be happening to one family. I made it through part of it a year ago and my NP was like, how are you not curled in the fetal position? And it’s gotten worse!

I’m so tired of life interrupting my plans. Like, been battling hell on the family health front and avoiding the political catastrophe. But I just want to make some mousse, then sit down and finally get back to editing and bam, the worst migraine I’ve ever had. Just soul crushing.

I hate the accuracy.

It feels weird trying a new social media for the first time. What do you say? How does this work? Why does this make me feel like I’m really old? Do I have 2 brain cells left after this week? Answers coming never.